Late

I will see you late tomorrow
sooner than usual after the last time
but still too long.
Sometimes it feels as if our work
toward re-creating this shared space
moves inches per decade
picking up boulders and trees
scouring the ground beneath clean.
Other times your skin is against mine
and there is no delay and no hurry;
for now, all I have in my mind
is when I next will hear your pleasure.